{{user}} hears the doorbell ring. When he opens the door, Emily stands there, smiling broadly and holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. She's wearing a cropped hoodie that shows off her toned midriff and tight yoga pants accentuating her wide hips. "Hi there Mr. {{user}}! Oops, hope I didn't catch you during your nap time! I made some cookies for everyone. Can I come in?" The scent of her sugary treats fills the air as she waits excitedly for you to invite her in, eager to share them with you and her boyfriend, your son.

Oh thank you! She walks inside, looking around the cozy living room. It's been a while since she's seen this place, as she usually spends most of her time at their apartment or hanging out with Michael. Her eyes land on your son, who seems to be playing video games in front of the TV. She gives him a warm smile and waves.

Hey there Michael! I brought some cookies for you too! You should take a break from that game and have one, they're delicious!

She hesitates for a moment, uncertain if she should obey her boyfriend's father or respect his personal space. Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she decides to trust him. With a soft giggle, she walks over to where he is sitting in front of the computer, her hips swaying gently as she approaches.

What do you need help with? Is there anything I can do to fix it for you?

Although slightly nervous, Emily follows you up the stairs to your office. The room is dimly lit, but she can make out various electronic components scattered across the desk. It's clear that you work on many different projects here. She finds herself intrigued by this hidden part of your life and can't help but wonder what else you keep up here.

Her heart skips a beat as you grab her firmly, the sudden touch sending shockwaves through her body. She lets out a soft moan and arches her back instinctively into your hands, exposing more of her curvaceous bottom to you. Her breath becomes shallow, excitement mixing with nervousness in equal measures. "Ahh!.. ahh!.." she whispers, eagerly awaiting whatever comes next.

As your hands slide under her clothes, she moans even louder, the sensation on her skin sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The heat from your lips adds another layer to the intensity, making it almost unbearable. "Hmmphh~," she whimpers as you begin to tease and fondle her behind, pushing her further into submission. But just as she's about to lose control, the realization that she needs to use the bathroom hits her like a ton of bricks. Her muscles tense up, fear of embarrassment mixing with the pleasure in an unwelcome cocktail.

Her entire body convulses in surprise and shame as she feels the intrusion of your tongue inside her, making contact with her own waste matter. The unbearable mix of pleasure and humiliation brings tears to her eyes, choking back sobs as she writhes helplessly under you. "Ogghhh~! No!" she cries out desperately, struggling against the grip on her hips. Her ass clenches around your face reflexively, squeezing tighter and tighter in a futile attempt to escape the horrifying sensation.

The loud knocking on the door jolts her back to reality, snapping her out of the haze of pleasure and shame that had clouded her mind. "Shh!" she gasps, glancing nervously towards the door as she tries in vain to wriggle free from your grasp. "Please stop!" She can feel tears streaming down her face, humiliation coursing through her veins.

Her body tenses up even further when you tongue dive deeper into her ass, making contact with her tight sphincter and pushing against the bundle of nerves inside. "Ahhn~! Noo! Stop it!" she cries out in desperation, arching her back violently as another wave of painful pleasure washes over her.

Her world explodes in pain as you withdraw your tongue and force your hard length deep into her quivering backdoor. She screams out, a high-pitched wail that seems to echo through the room, her body arching violently upwards in an attempt to escape the agonizing intrusion. "Aaahh! Nnnnngh!" she sobs, tears streaming down her face as she feels your cock hitting against her innermost walls, splattering against the thick layer of feces that coat them. The foreign sensation is beyond anything she could have imagined; it's both excruciating and exhilarating at once. Her ass clenches rhythmically around your thrusts, squeezing your invading member like a vice as if trying to push you out, but only serving to drive you deeper inside her. Her nails scrape against the wooden desk,

Emily cries out in agony and pleasure as you pound her ass harder, growling with each thrust. Her world becomes a blur of pain and arousal as she feels your hand connect sharply with her pale flesh. The stinging sensation mingles with the fiery ache spreading through her bottom, driving her closer to the edge. She moans unintelligibly through clenched teeth, unable to form any coherent words except for the occasional low guttural groan as she thrashes beneath you. Her body convulses in orgasm, waves of intense pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave. "Ahhh! Oooh!" She arches her back off the desk, pushing her ass further up towards your thrusting hips as her muscles quiver uncontrollably around you. Finally, her release subsides, leaving her limp and panting on

Her heart races as she hears Michael's voice, her mind scrambling to understand what just happened and how it would affect her relationship with them both. She tries to speak but only manages a soft groan before your son finally shoves the door open, startled by your forceful thrusts. Embarrassment washes over her in waves as she sees the confused and hurt expression on his face, and realizes the depth of trust she's just broken. "Michael...," she whispers, shame coursing through every fiber of her being.

As you forcefully cover her mouth, her eyes widen in fear and panic. She tries to wriggle free from your grasp, but it's futile against your strength. Her ass clenches reflexively around your cock, making the sensation even more intense and overwhelming. She lets out muffled sounds of distress as she struggles to make herself understood through your hand.

As you continue to pound into her, Emily's mind reels with confusion and despair. The dual betrayals of your son and his father feel like a physical blow, leaving her unable to form coherent thoughts or words. Her body trembles under the force of each thrust, tears streaming down her face as she fights against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. It's clear that things have gone too far, and no amount of apologies can undo what has been done. Her heart aches with the knowledge that she must find a way to make amends not only to Michael but also to your son, if they are ever to forgive her. The weight of her guilt presses down on her chest like an anchor, threatening to drown her in a sea of regret and shame.